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alone in this dark
while my wrists, they gently weep.
waiting for the light
Poetry is my aeroplane
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Poetry is my aeroplane 
As someone who has been through hard times, this poem speaks a lot to me. Certainly a dark poem, but one that touches upon the fact that there may be a light out there. Sometimes when we’re going through hard times, we want to keep to ourselves because we don’t want to trouble others,..and wait and wait for help to come. Hope you are doing great, Andy 🙂
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Thanks for asking Mabel – yes I am fine. I think sometimes we all find ourselves in a dark corner and usually we find a way out – either by the hand of a friend or with our own meditations. But whatever the reason we found ourselves there, there is usually a poem in it 😉
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With so much darkness out in the real world, I usually dislike dark art. But this is SO good …
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Thank you – I appreciate you taking the time to read my post. 🙂
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